My apologies for dropping out of the blogosphere for so long. I thought about posting, but did not feel like sitting down to write anything, so allowed myself the luxury of free-rein writing in my notebook instead. But even that was sporadic.
I started a personal journal in 1969. Months would go by without a single entry, and then there would be a flurry of writing while the next life decision would be figured out. While my consistency has improved these past five years, I still wander off occasionally but have learned to accept it as part of the process of living. Eventually I come back to the barn on my own.
I enjoyed a trip to Vermont last week to visit family but had to cut my visit short to return home to see a chiropractor. Turns out phase 2 of my “involuntary dismount” off a horse two months ago kicked in with the growing pain of sciatica. The doc took x-rays and showed me what was going on in my lower back, and pointing out that a slightly displaced vertebra in my neck that was causing a kind of pulling sensation was the “same one that sliced through Christopher Reeve’s spinal cord.” Which unnerved me a bit, if you will excuse the pun. He was quick to point out; however, that it is better to ride a horse than to sit on the sofa (which I never do anyway).
But enough of that. I don’t like to dwell on health issues.
Here is why I love going to Vermont: